i’m sorry dear anon, but i made it angsty…I just had this idea that I needed to act on…
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“[Y/N]…Summoner…” His hand reached up to touch your cheek, fingertips barely grazing. Your eyes soften, leaning your head down into his hand. He crawled up to you, body slowing dragging itself across the ground. With injuries too severe, his only way to you was to crawl, despite the pain being absolutely agonizing.
He refused to look at your face, not wanting any of the pity shown. He just wanted to be by you in his last moments, to have your arms around him for the final time.
You moved as well, shifting your body closer to him and allowing him to rest his head on your lap. He let out a sigh, his weakening body becoming lax in your lap. Reaching up once more, he caressed your face, taking in every curve and groove and you nuzzled against it, leaning down to plant small kisses on his cheeks and forehead. His eyes crinkled, and he couldn’t avoid a small tear falling from his face.
“[Y/N],” Líf croaked out, “[Y/N], I’m so sorry I couldn’t…” You hushed him, bringing your lips down against his, gently smothering the rest of his words. He swallowed, shivering against you and almost pushing you away. This felt too real, like he was stuck in his fantasy world where you didn’t die, where he didn’t fail you. Gently humming, you smoothed away his dark bangs, pressing your warm hand upon his forehead, “Shhh…I’m here now Líf, I won’t leave you anymore…”
“Call me by my name.” He croaked out, strangled coughs leaving him in the process. You looked at him worriedly, panic written in your eyes. Líf tried to wave you off, but only managed to cough more blood up. Panting, he finally managed to look up into your ears, “Call me by my real name…please…”
“Alright…Alfonse…” The bloodied prince gives out a bloodied laugh, blood slowly dripping down his chin as he does so. Taking one more longing look at your first, he smiles, genuinely, before closing his eyes for the last time.
“[Y/N], my summoner, I love you…”
“I love you too, my dear Alfonse…”